the tree is bare,
but suddenly they appear,
new tiny buds of renewed life,
that yesterday were not there,
soon the lilacs will bloom,
the aroma will fill the air,
I will put a few vases in the house,
the smell to linger there,
the beauty seems to stay just a few weeks.
A few of my friends will visit,
and leave with their own bouquets.
and shortly after this
the petals will float to the ground,
They seemed to do their dance
and not miss a beat.
But sadly shortly after life
they lay beneath my feet,
Every year I am reminded,
Of the joy to me they bring.
As I grab a branch and bring it closer to my nose.,
I feel a slight tingle from my head to my toes.
The lilac starts a cycle, at least in my yard
Soon there will be many flowers blooming.
all special and unique.
I can not choose a favorite,
that task for me is hard.
So I will enjoy every one,
as precious as the last,
and I know that it will start again,
The lilacs will return
when the next winter shall pass.
What a blessing.
Have a great day,